The Pre-Story Rundown



                
     So, they way this works is thus:

Thoery of Dimensional Coexistence and Travel.


     There are other dimensions, many of which are populated by intelligent beings. There are, as far as anybody I know has told me, no parallel dimensions, such as one where you wore the green shirt instead of the blue one.  That would just be silly. You look so much nicer in the blue one. But, anyway, these other dimensions are apparently completely  different worlds, seperated by some kind of quantum physics thingy that  I don't have the technical know how to make up. When you travel between dimensions, a temporary dimensional flux is created, which eases future travel  between those dimensions for the duration of the flux. The size and duration of the flux is determined by how much mass and energy you are moving between dimensions. A spoon, for instance, would create a flux about the size of your pinky, and last about five seconds, whereas an invading army would create a much larger, longer lasting one. The dimensions seem to be layered, with certain dimensions being "closer" than others. In thoery, if you created a large enough flux, it would not only ease travel between the two dimensions between which the travel occurs, but also to the dimensions within a certain "proximity" to the first two.

Bureau of Dimensional Research and Defense


     There is a super ultra nobody-knows-about-it secret pan-governmental organization that on the rare occasions it is talked about, goes by the handle of "Bureau of Dimensional Research and Defense". It's purpose is twofold. Defend this dimension from invading armies, as well as other extra-dimensional riffraff; and secondly, find other dimensions that are exploitable by or dangerous to this dimension. The existence of other dimensions is not a well known fact by the poeple of this dimension, who, for the most part, are happy to glide on in thier security blanket of ignorance. Think Men In Black, but with dimensions.

The Arcade


     Thus, we come to the arcade, and the whole point of this page. Props to anybody who's still reading.  In may of the year 1993(our time), an extra dimensional war was going on that did not involve this dimension at all. The two dimensions it did involve are of no interest to anybody, as they are currently uninhabitable to anything more advanced than cockaroaches. To end the war, one side invented what was apparently the greatest weapon in intradimensional warfare to date. A device that would transport an object to another dimension. Well, yeah?  So what?  We have those already. Except, this device did not merely transport the object, but transformed it into pure energy. Sort of an interdimensional nuclear bomb, but with less radiation. So, they tried it. Oops. To make a long story short it......what?  Oh. OK. To make a short story, um, well pretty much the same length it already is, it created a dimensional loop that more or less transported about fifty percent of both of the dimensions to the other as pure energy. Ouch. Those decimal points can really screw up your calculations. That pretty much ended the war, much to the disapointment of the slave traders, and anybody who happened to be in the dimensions at the time. So, to the arcade. This massive transfer of energy created a huge dimensional flux that bridged about fifteen dimensions. It's big enough that you could travel to a different dimension by simply walking around in the center of it for awhile. Experts agree that it'll last about 138 years from the date of creation. To control such an obvious leak in the coverage of the dimension, the BDRD built a mall right on top of it, the center of it being in an arcade, of all things. The "owner" of the arcade is actually a y-4 level agent, with local authority to dispatch BDRD forces as he sees fit, and in emergencies, deputize non-agents for the purpose of emergency containment. That pretty much sums it. up, so.... you can just stop reading, now. Seriously. There isn't any more. This is it. All done. The End. Lots of foriegn words for "It's finished". Why are you still reading? Go away, already. I'm suprised anybody actually kept reading this long.  Just leave, alright? Go look at the art page or something.


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